Sewn

There was a wound in my heart

Sewed up so it won't fall apart

Now the scar stares at me

But it doesn't mean much, you see

I will nail the scab till it hurts

Tear the skin, till blood spurts

Pick the pieces from my nails

Because pain never fails

There is only so much pain

That you can officially take

After that its peaceful state

Either you wake or break

So, have I woken or I've broken

I do not know till now

There is only a path to walk

Which will answer me somehow

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Ah ha, good old angst and bloody imagery.  

A Dream

There was a rainy day, once

It rained like it has never rained 

I walked that day alone

Drenched to the bone.

I saw you there

Playing with raindrops

Like a mermaid

Stranded out of a dream

Did we share a look?

Did we share a thought?

Did we share some future?

From my mind to yours?

There is nothing more I can say

Or I could say, or should say

There is just you and me now 

And there is us, that's enough

Enough for both of us.

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Ah, love.

The Wait

Now listen
There is nothing more painful than an unsaid goodbye
It might be your turn next time
So do it. Do what you want to do.
Death will not give a warning
There will never be a second chance
To do what you were born to do
Find your calling
Pull it out
From your dreams
From your screams
Shut up
Stop complaining
Work these hands
Use your head
It's simple
When you know
That death is waiting for you
Only you.

December By The Lake

A cold evening of December

Is a day I fondly remember
With friends and a bonfire
Star studded sky to admire
When drink loosed tongues
We began to talk
Stories pored from our lungs
Some took a walk
While others sat around
Poked the fire in the ground
Told truths and lies
That filled the night
We were full of cheers
Unaware of the fears
That were yet to come
We were blissfully dumb
What a good times those were
Now only memories stir
I will always remember
The lake that December

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It was an amazing night. The first time I drank Vodka :)

The Man In The Street

A man walked up to me in the street

He said, Sir, would you care to listen for a beat?
I am a busy man, I said, get out of my way
But the old man stood his ground any way

He begged and pleaded me to listen
While the strand of my patience grew thin
I tried to push him away, but he wouldn't move
What the hell was he trying to prove?

Alright I will listen, but better speak fast
My patience with you will not forever last
Then he spoke the words that chilled my bones
He spoke them peppered with harsh tones

He finally moved away from my way
I had heard all he had to say
I bowed my head and started to pray
My bones still cold in the month of May

Die A Little

I just want to die a little

Bite the bullet, taste the metal
Feel the warmth of fever dreams
Lose my mind in pleasing screams

I just want to feel a little
Joy so sweet, pain so bitter
Something to help me survive
Make me feel alive

I just want to love a little
Cherish loving something brittle
Knowing I'd lose it one day
But still, love it anyway

I just want to fight a little
A skirmish, war or maybe battle
Find me a name that is my own
Before I die a little, unknown

The Man Without Joy

> The man without joy is all alone
> In a dark corner of his home
> Feeling cold to the bone
> He is joyless and unknown
>
> The man without joy walks in fear
> Unsure footsteps no one can hear
> His smile has turned to a sneer
> Always distant, never near
>
> The man without joy thinks of this
> He thinks of things that he will miss
> The happiness, mirth and bliss
> The memory of a dark kiss
>
> The man without joy is no more
> Once he had doubts, now he is sure
> Only one thing in life that is pure
> Death is the friend he looked for
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